One Shot Two: The Dance Academy
By SecretlySpellman
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Main Characters: Bella Swan, Edward Masen (Cullen), Rosalie Hale, Alice Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Jasper Hale
Other: AU obviously…. & If you want to see pictures / videos of some of these ballet terms/moves then go to my profile and look for the links:)
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At the present time I didn't care if I was still in costume. It didn't matter that my tutu stuck almost completely out sideways, which allowed all my glory, save the leotard, to be seen. But again, that really wasn't a big deal for me. I just wanted to see him. No, wanted didn't quite cover it. I needed to see him, almost as much as I needed air…no, I needed him more than air.
I frantically looked for an open seat. I silently cursed the academy for having such an outstanding company whose performance was so anticipated that it would make all the seats be sold out. I needed to hurry, his number was about to come on. I knew if I were to be caught, I would risk being dropped from the company. It was a strict rule for dancers not to go into the audience while in costume. But I could try watching one five minute performance…if security saw me I could always run…
Right before the lights went down I saw spiked black hair and an empty seat. I quickly sprinted and sat next to my best friend.
When she realized who I was she exclaimed, "Bella! What are you doing here?! You'll get caught!"
"Hush Alice! I'm going back right after your cousin's dance."
"All of them? You'll be out here for thirty minutes!" she said with a look of horror plastered on her face.
"No, just this one, Rose told me it was amazing…whose seat am I in anyway?" I looked around at the row, looking for my friends who weren't in the seven p.m. show. Only one was missing.
"Emmett's," Alice's face turned into a sly grin.
"What's wrong with Emmett?" I inquired.
"He isn't feeling too well."
"What? Why?"
She turned to me, "the idea of Edward in spandex scared him away."
I smiled, "Oh please, as if we all haven't seen all of Emmett's endowment before."
"True," she agreed. "What's taking so long? The intervals between sequences aren't usually this long…"
"Scene change," I said automatically. "Rose told me this scene has absolutely no backdrop and a prop, a big difference from the ballet piece before this."
"Oh," was all she said.
"Wait," I pondered aloud. "Rosalie's in this number, doesn't Emmett want to see her?
"I…" Alice started, but before she could continue the lights rose.
I could scarcely believe my eyes. On stage right stood Rosalie, clad in a skin tight full body suit a touch lighter than her skin. It gleamed like diamonds as she looked into the side wing. Her beautiful long hair reached down past the small of her back, and with a soft wave, she looked like an angel.
On stage left there was a male figure. He wasn't in spandex, but in black Capri jazz-pants and a black almost-skin-tight muscle shirt. I watched with interest, though I knew it wasn't Edward. Edward had a more toned chest and less bulky biceps.
"Oh, my, God!" Alice exclaimed in a whisper next to me. "That's Emmett!"
But by then I wasn't focused on him anymore. I had seen that right center stage there was a huge grand-piano. It wasn't black nor white. It was the color you'd see in ice-cream or marble. It was a spiraling yet oddly classic-looking paint of black and white. He sat on the black piano stool. He was in an outfit similar to Emmett's, though less tight.
Once I was done ogling the scene I actually began to pay attention to the music…the music that was coming from the piano, from Edward. It took me a moment, but I recognized the music. I had heard it a while ago, on a CD of Alices. Never taking my eyes off the stage, I turned to her.
"Alice, this song…"
"I know! I can't believe they picked it!"
"No! What is it?" I whispered fiercely.
"Catch me when I fall, by Ashlee Simpson."
Of course it was. But there were no lyrics being sung. It was just Edward and the piano. Rose began a slow solo, the epitome of beauty and grace. During the part of the song that would have been "Who will be the one to save me," she did the most beautiful triple pirouette into a gran-jete I had ever seen. After the chorus, Emmett began his solo. It too started out gracefully but then turned fierce, yet it was still breath-taking. When the chorus melody began again, he ran to Rose, grabbed her hand, and helped her up. In that moment, it was as if the crowd wasn't there. The electricity between the two of them was far more than stage-presence.
The tempo increased as Emmett grabbed Rose's hips and hoisted her into the air. He brought her back down quickly and the two chasséd (a/n: a graceful slide/gallop) together in a half circle around Edward and his piano. They took to a left-jete and ended right in front of the piano, directly facing the audience. Emmett and Rosalie paused and looked at each other for a moment and smiled. They each took a deep fourth-position prep (a/n: go to wikipedia and look up ballet terms if you don't know some of these) and did seventeen foutte turnsinto a four turn pirouette. It sounds silly to say but it took my breath away.
They began to chassé again but Emmett took Rosalie up into another lift, this one far beyond anything I had ever seen before. Rosalie's body was somehow flat up against Emmett's chest. They were pointed in a 60 degree angle. One of each of their arms was pointed out and the other held on to it's partner with great strength and care. I had heard this was the most difficult lift to ever attempt, and I could see why. Their bodies were perfectly flat against each other. As they held this pose, the music changed. It was no longer Edward playing, but instead a CD.
Edward had gotten up and was now doing his own solo stage right, opposite to the other couple of who were on stage left. And although Rose and Emmett's combinations seemed graceful and elegant, they held nothing as to what Edward was doing right now. He was showing off his flexibility with a presence of poise I had never seen from another man anywhere in my life. His turns, his jumps, all held the quality of a master, an artist. Every detail, from the point of his foot to the soft yet tortured look on his face was carefully planned and executed. His eyes—the color of dark emeralds—shined in the spotlight. His soft full lips never moved out of their line, not even to take an extra breath.
"God Bella," Alice whispered beside me. "If he weren't my cousin, I'd find him sexy too."
At that moment, he forgot to spot. Edward's head went from looking up to looking down, as if suddenly he had heard Alice's words. But instead of looking to Alice, he looked to me. Our eyes met for what seemed hours though I knew it was probably half-of-a-count. I don't know if it was just my imagination but his lips seemed to turn upwards at the corners, his eyes seemed just a tad bit brighter.
It was as if in that instant he saw not only my face, but everything, right down to the core. As if in that moment he knew everything I felt and knew about him. But how could he know that when I stretched, I did it for him. When I tried to add an extra foutte to my turn combination, it was for him. When I stuck band-aids on my bloodied and blistered toe nails I did it for him. Not physically for him I mean, more like emotionally. I knew if I advanced up enough I could move to his level. If I was practiced enough, maybe his emerald orbs would look at me for longer than a second, longer than to disregard.
But wasn't that what he was doing now? Wasn't he paying attention to me? No, the little voice in my head replied. He was spotting and moved his head a centimeter. It doesn't mean he was looking at you! Whether it was that I was happy in the fantasy that Edward Masen had had looked at me or not, either way I ignored the voice. A chill creped up my neck. I had been seen by him, making me to him, no longer invisible. And being visible to him was like a street-painter being visible to Monet; intimidating, nerve-racking, and terrifying.
All three of them came together now. Together Edward and Emmett lifted Rosalie up and she did a flip in the air—all while being held by her friend and boyfriend. Rose then broke off and ran away from the two of them. She leaped to land in the splits and did her own very demanding floor work. Edward had returned to the piano and Emmett to his girl. He lifted her a final time and walked her over to the piano where he laid her down on the top. Like the difficult lift before, both of their chests were touching, panting from the exhausting exercise. Rose's arms fell both to the side and above her head while Emmett held himself up on his forearms.
And before we knew it the lights had dimmed. It was over.
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After the performance, I quickly got up and helped the crew out by moving my piano stool off stage. Although I wasn't due to perform again for another fifteen minutes, I was in a rush. She who was acclaimed to be "The Next Great American Dancer" by both Dance Spirit and the New York Times was up next.
My heart was still pounding from the difficult turns, jumps, and leaps Rose had choreographed but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact that I didn't have a seat and time was ticking. I raced through searching for my cousin and her boyfriend. With luck, I found them, but even rarer was the open seat I found next to her. She seemed startled by my panting form next to her.
"You've got to be kidding!" She exclaimed, eyes wide.
"Wh….what?" I managed to huff out.
"How many times do I have to explain it to you guys!?! YOU WILL BE KICKED OUT OF THE COMPANY IF YOU COME OUT INTO THE THEATER IN COSTUME!" She fussed in an aggravated whisper.
"Oh shush." I turned from her. Although I was glad it was intermission, I prayed no one recognized me as Alice did have a point.
"No I'm freaking serious! First Bella and now yo—"
"Bella? Bella was here?!" I interrupted.
"Yes you stupid, insecure moron!"
"Why?"
She rolled her eyes. "Why do you think?"
A surprisingly fulfilling ego boost shot through me like lightening. "She came out here to watch me?" I asked with an ear-to-ear grin.
"And she was very disappointed when she saw you play the piano almost the entire time."
My face fell. Alice laughed. "I'm kidding. She was very…inspired."
At this I was sure my face turned into a perplexed look. "What exactly do you mean by 'inspired' Alice?"
Jasper poked his head around Alice's to explain. "She means Bella couldn't keep her eyes off of you. She enjoyed the performance. She was intrigued by the complicated choreography. Need I go on?"
"No…" I said. Oddly, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
"See?" Alice turned to Jasper. "Now look what you've done. You were supposed to keep that a secret!"
Jasper didn't reply. The main lights started to dim, an indication of the show starting again.
I was flipping through the program when Alice's sugary voice was at my ear. "I want you to watch how far her legs spread apart, how high her battements (a/n kicks) are, how when she points it almost looks like her toes are curling. Pay attention to how high up that skirt of hers goes and how flat and toned those abs of her's are. How her entire body sways to the soft melodies of the music."The words she spoke gave me images that were welcome in my mind anytime.
I shut my eyes at this and bit my lower lip. My cousin the instigator; she giggled innocently beside me. When the song started I instantly popped my eyes open again. Bella, as promised was wearing a dangerously short skirt and matching top that ended just before her belly button. I bit my lip again. If this dance involved any kicking at all, I would be in trouble. I said a silent prayer asking the good Lord to keep me a good boy. The white and black costume did wonders for Bella's already flawless body. The creamy complexion of her skin looked a shade or two darker than normal because of the white undertones. The black skirt elongated her short legs. Her hair, tightly secured in a ballet-style bun added depth to her soft features. For once, she had makeup on, though only a trained eye could tell. There were subtle differences, such as the bit of darkness around her eyes, which was probably due to a touch of eyeliner and mascara. Her cheeks were not as red as usual, as though dimmed down by foundation. But her lips—ah, her lips—they were as lovely as ever. The shade of a red rose, she looked more like snow white than a mere dancer.
I didn't pay much attention to the choreography, other than the points of which Alice had mentioned earlier (my prayer didn't hold up too much apparently). All of my focus was on Bella. Everything about her, from the way her legs stretched high and straight, to the way her hips seemed to swagger to the rhythm of the music. She entranced me. She was so careful too, as if she thought that if she moved an inch out of what she was supposed to do, she'd stumble. I wanted to tell her it would be okay if she did. I wanted to tell her that I would be right there to catch her if she did fall.
As quickly as it had begun, it was over. The curtain came across the stage. People clapped and cheered. I stood up and did both. Alice finally stood beside me, still clapping, and said "you might want to go change into your other costume now."
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My toes ached as I wedged them in between the divider of my worn flip-flops. I didn't really care how I looked. After my final performance I had taken my hair out of the tight bun which had sat upon my head because, believe it or not, it was giving me a headache. I had changed back into my sweatpants and jacket putting my costumes in my tattered dance bag. I looked one final time in the mirror. This was one of the few times I wore makeup, viewing it as an unnecessary opportunity to blind myself. But as conceited as it sounds, I was happy with how I looked. Even my thin chocolate hair which loosely framed my face looked…nice. I smiled, grabbed my keys, and went out into the hallway.
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I, like Bella, had switched out of my skin-tight costume and put on something far more comfortable; the A&F jeans that highlighted all the right places, the teal sweater which brought out the blue of my eyes, and the silver, diamond-studded, "R" Emmett had gotten me for my birthday last year. I too let my hair down—those buns are the hell—and let my waving hair cascade to my lower back. I had all of my stuff ready and was walking out into the parking lot when I heard them.
It was a complete accident; I was going to meet Emmett outside of the men's dressing rooms when I realized I wasn't the only one waiting for someone. Bella was there too, but she was accompanied.
"You dancing was lovely." A male voice said.
"You think so?" Bella's honey voice spoke, I could almost see her round chocolate eyes lighting up.
"Mmhm. Your triple was very well kept-in. In fact…a lot of your dancing in general was."
"Oh…" Bella sounded hurt.
"Do you ever…I don't know…just dance for fun? Go crazy a bit?" The man asked, trying to lighten the mood I would suspect.
"Well…I uh…" Who was making Bella stumble so much?
"If you ever feel like dancing just for the fun of it, to music much more fun than the stuffy ballet or the funky techno, call me."
I couldn't stand it any longer. I peeked my head around the corner to see none other than Edward Masen whispering in my friend's ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but it was enough to make Bella close her eyes, and…smile?
Edward moved his hand up to caress Bella's face. Her eyes sparked open and looked into his. She moved her hands up to hold his neck, her eyes constantly flittering around to his features. She bit her lower lip and then—causing me to do a double take—Edward kissed her. It was soft at first then turned surprisingly passionate. I felt myself blush and turn away. I would let Bella enjoy herself and savor the moment.
I started walking in the opposite direction, away from the soon-to-be lovers and down the extra hallway. I thought to myself how ironic the current Swan-Masen situation was; the song Bella had danced to, her solo, had been to the words, "Desperate guys never had a chance with you... ." I smiled in spite of myself. Now we all had someone. Emmett had me, Jasper had Alice, and now finally the lonely Swan and ever-changing Masen had each other.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I checked the caller ID and laughed. "Hey Alice, I've been thinking. How does a hot tub party sound?"
-End.
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